Poems of Narad

The Angels

The thoughtful angel of the night will know
The lands to which my soul in sleep must go
To bathe in their regenerating streams
Turn consciousness to visionary dreams.

The silent angel of the Self shall lift
My spirit carefully, I shall not drift
In nether worlds where demons of the deep
Will steal the peace that covers me in sleep.

The angel guardian ever at my side
Will keep nocturnal watch and I shall ride
Through golden realms and climb the golden stair
And the Mother meet in all Her glory there.